Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Television,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.